But do thy worst to steal thyself away (Michael Gray)
- Editor: Michael Gray (submitted 2016-12-16). Score information: Letter (landscape), 6 pages, 179 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: Part of an ongoing collection for SAB, "Book of Sonnets." This piece also has a Baritone solo part.
First published: 2015
Description: Part of an ongoing collection for SAB, "Book of Sonnets." This piece also has a Baritone solo part.
Original text and translations
But do thy worst to steal thyself away,
For term of life thou art assurèd mine,
And life no longer than thy love will stay,
For it depends upon that love of thine.
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs,
When in the least of them my life hath end.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humor doth depend.
Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
O what a happy title do I find,
Happy to have thy love, happy to die!
But what’s so blessèd-fair that fears no blot?
Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet XCII)